Nocturne Summit (m) This is why we can't have nice things, darling.

wtf is this im ??? sorry uhh ...

The low drone of his voice surprised her. It suited him; made him seem a little bit older than he really was, and that in turn helped smooth some of Ibis' ruffled feathers. His question distracted her momentarily from the hunt for herbs (not that she was all too invested in the plants at this point) until she happened across something small budding up through a patch of thawing earth.

Arrowhead-shaped leaves ringed in purple, as if their edges had been torn and bruised. They almost looked heart-shaped. There were tiny flowers trying to form on the ends of short stalks, and Ibis knew immediately what they were. When they flowered they turned in to purple and white stars.

Hmm, I found something. She mused aloud. Have you ever seen this before...?

She moved slightly to one side, more like swayed, so he could get a gander. It was doubtful he cared about the weed that netted the ground beneath them but maybe he was interested after all. At the very least, he'd have to get pretty close — and when he did, she'd purr softly in to his ear, Its called lamb's herb, have you heard of it?

AKA: Horny goat weed. For, well, reasons.